Post by xXxStitchesxXx on Feb 8, 2021 22:16:36 GMT
The war started off full of magic and violence, captivating in it’s intensity. No one remembers why. History only remembers the death of dragons and Mistweavers, of the Shimoni and the Genzkian fatalities.It did nothing to stunt the two kingdoms, known by others as the kingdoms of the Sun and the Moon. They fought for nearly a hundred years before either army began to advance. The new Genzkian general, a fierce fire wielding knight, led their army up the mountain to the snowy kingdom of Shimon above. Under their guidance and strategy, and the sheer power of the much more magical Genzkian people, they broke through the ranks of their enemy, arriving at the castle door.
The air around the army had become sweltering as they had tried to smoke out the castle, using a heat technique to make the castle nearly unbearably hot. It had been three days since they had made it to the castle, but General Kohaku’s no kill policy had prevented them from just storming the castle and ending the war. They wanted this to go peacefully, given how bloody and terrible the battles had been before they took control of the army. The young knight stood, in full armour, just outside of their plain gosho guruma, pouring over the war table. The cold air turned their breath into puffs of wintery clouds as they glared down at the incomplete blueprint of the castle. “Gozen, we’ve breached the castle.”
In an instant, they were standing and striding through the thick, fluffy snowfall to the open doors. Two of the army’s luetinuets stood near the entrance, swords and glaives held out to keep four guards down on their knees. Light haired, bright eyed, pale skinned, as all the Shimoni peopled were. One of the men was young, quivering but trying to look brave, and Kohaku smirked slightly, stepping close to the boy. With a voice as soft as butter and as thick as chocolate, the General leaned down with a soft, easy smile and purred, “Tell me. Where is your princess, soldier?”